An insane philosopher once said, “Dogs. Is there anything they can’t do?” This blog combines two of the more civilizing elements of city life: dogs and bicycles. I occupy New York City, a crowded anonymous place where neighbors know my dog but not me, where my anachronistic lugged steel bicycle attracts occasional attention, but the rider remains invisible. It’s a city that produces an estimated 47 tons of dog poop every day, much of it bagged, shipped to the suburbs and preserved for future landfill excavators to study.
Dogs and Bikes 